The Heavenly Abode

Dark, filthy fluid
engulfing my persona
I see no light
I feel no air
I smell no flora
I hear no fauna.
Only a thin line of nourishment
thankfully,
from an unknown Goddess
that makes me rich
and richer
day,after day.
I sit here still
clutching my palms
shaping my destiny
and waiting,
to see you, Oh All Beauty!!
to feel you, Oh All Warmth!!
to smell you, Oh All Fragrance!!
to hear you, Oh My Angel!!
I sit here still
unaware,
of the countless drops of blood
you have given
to carve my present
and unaware
of the countless drops of sweat
you will give
to paint my future.
I simply wonder
about the mystery of this place,
this dark , filthy fluid about me,
this soft wall ,growing with me,
to accommodate me
at any cost.
Little do I know,
that this confinement
is the safest place on earth,
the most coveted home
I would ever get.
The day this umbilical cord is snapped,
I will lay bare and open
to so huge a world
and yet so shrunken in love.
And,
I have just three quarters of an year
from this entire life
to stay in this dream home!
Oh dark, filthy fluid
shield me,
shield me away
from the darkness ahead
lest,
I lose my heavenly abode.

Just For Me

 21st June,2009.

When the day breaks at four, you have all the time in the world.
Drowsy eyes,lazy looks,blanketed hills,sleepy trees.

Unknown faces,welcome solitude.

Sometimes, the absence of everything gives the fulfillment of a wholesome presence.

Long lost friends- pen and paper.
Dumped desires- books and music.
The forgotten word- retrospection.

Loosing to live and living to loose seems to have become an eternal phenomenon of life.

In the unison with older dearies, when there is a cup of coffee in hand, I have nothing more to ask for....except that the plastic cup was a real Big Coffee Mug!! The touch;the warmth;the feel...everything seems to matter at this moment.

For a change,
I rewarded myself with a newspaper.

Romancing with time.
Hope I don't have an early break-up.


(On the morning of my first train journey from Bhubaneswar to Bangalore)

Eye hole Speaketh

Hi! I am the Eye hole.
"To peep-in is my job and to peep-in I love.
And this time to peep-in I chose the college mob."


For those who don't love poetry, let me tell you,all of you use me,The Eye hole, to peep-in at strangers.Then for once I thought that the college people are,in fact,strangers to themselves.So I decided to peep deep into the heart of our youngsters and these were the series of emotions that engulfed me.


The Guys- Trendy,Cool!
But then, why is it so hot inside? 'Coz there is someone suppressed under the tyranny of masquerade.'
It says I am hurt and need to cry it out.But how 'unmanly' it would be!
I hate politics,but I must give lectures on it as if i were a born politician,lest my frens take me as a simpleton.
I have got to drink a toast and puff out some nicotine fumes else I would be scoffed at as a coward.
And most important of all, I must,must have a girlfriend to load my bike. No matter if she can hardly see a thing I feel. I just need to have one.After all, its only a dashing lady I need to prove my worth. I gotta take her to a cafeteria or a cinema and spend lavishly ,being all smiles,while all the time worrying about the losing weight of my purse.
And only God knows what many countless things this poor me has to do.


Now peeping into The Girls- Fashionable,Ultra cool!
But again,here sits someone silently rebelling and utterly confused.
I have to wear those ridiculous dresses and jewelery coz that's latest  and of course fashion is passion. I must put on those heaps of make-up though seriously I would prefer a nap in the time they would spare me.
I should always pretend as if I could hardly eat a slice more whereas my appetite would allow me ten times of it.
And yes,amongst frens,if I truly say that I have no 'crushes',then I am utterly 'boring'. But if I say I have had a no. of crushes,then I am 'flirtatious'. Nothing seems to be right.So its best to talk about the no. of guys mad on you and secretly enjoy the leg-pulling by frens.
What a vain vanity!


Youngsters!! Why is that you have chosen to do things against yourselves?
Why do you have to bear the piercing soprano of rock music if your blood runs to the tunes of "Kahin door jab din dhal jaye..."??
Why do you need to gobble up Chinese and Continental as if they were your die -hard favorites if your heart longs for Mom's handmade deshi paranthas?
Need it be necessary to pretend anything and everything in you??
For once free yourselves from the clutches of pretense and listen to the dictates of your heart.The fresh air of self-content will definitely fill you with loads of positive energy.
Try it out frens so that the next time I peep into you,I find a mind at ease and a soul at peace.
Till then,bye-bye.

Published in The Engineering Herald,2006

The Road Experience

I start my vehicle,I increase the speed
Oh! I have a long way to go.
The road is full,
but I see nothing.
Time is running and I cant remain standing.
Here,
nobody sees anything
nor hears anyone.
Everyone runs his own race,
and all are a part of this mad chase.
But this road.....
it seems familiar!!
Is it my life??
I run, but I know not the end.
I search, but I get not a friend.
Then why do I run??
Because I'm afraid
or because I 'm daring??
"Oh!! Don't think, you are on the road"
At last, I am reminded.
I strengthen my grip, there is danger ahead.
BANG!! BOOM!!.......Alas!!....
There is a clash!!
Was he my dear one??
Don't care
I have no time to stand and stare.
What do I do??
It was his fate.
But Oh!! I must not be late.
And I accelerate my pace.
I mustn't be left back in any case.
And here comes the red signal,
A minute's rest, a puff of breath...
I look at my fellow being,
he is desperate.
The traffic says yellow
.......Somewhere....beyond the horizon
I can see the same colour
Its beautiful.....
But forget it,
its green again
and everyone runs again.
The goal is the same, the path is the same
And I don't know who is chasing whom,
But No, the other one must not be first,
All of us run, overcoming one and trying for another.
Breathless.
Exhausted.
But still increasing the speed,
trying to be a part of the maddening crowd.
Its puzzling me and I need help.
But help?? Who will help me??
Have I helped anyone?
No, I don't remember.
I have simply been running.......
But where is the end?? I can't see....
All have stopped, somewhere or other.
Then who is the winner?? I don't know.
Where does this road lead to?? I am unaware.
Then why was I running?? I was mad.
Oh!! It's blinding me.It's deafening me.
I am lost
in this world
of crazy human behavior.

Peace in Havoc

Aggression is just the vent for lava...
a force that struggles to keep its restlessness within itself....
unfortunately it does not always succeed...
The moment it erupts....it causes havoc....
But then...it calms down....to offer the humanity a sight of nature's majesty....
to enrich the surrounding soil with all the fertility...
to bless the civilization of that place...


Volcano....an admired geographical wonder that waits....only for another outburst before it dies.

The Dark Temptation

Sometimes mistakes are tempting.
They are mischievous....as notorious as a kid who does exactly what you forbid him to do.
Unfortunately,
its difficult to get a forgiving mother at all times.

The Never-Ever-Changing Change

All of a sudden...there is this feeling about change....it comes so silently,stealthily...catches you unaware...engulfs you entirely....till you are left with no other option  but to accept it........what an audacity  !


Yet you have nothing to complain against it....rather you surrender voluntarily to this greater power...get carried away by its promising flow......what a magnanimity  !

For You..Dear Friend..

Comradeship is an art.
Unfortunately, not all are artists.....
More unfortunate is the fact, that,
not all art forms are decipherable 
to the naive eyes !!

The Miracle

A knock at the heart
A twinkle in the eye
A rush of adrenalin
A sudden palpitation of pulses
A series of welcome nights
A touch of the magical wand
And then,
commas
and more commas
and finally a fullstop.
A vacancy in the heart
A pearl in the eye
A lump in the throat
A breath smeared with thorns
A life of dreaded seconds
A fall from the fairy land.
Tell me,
the austere air of Lumbini,
the enlightening shade of Gaya
or the mocking phases of time-
which one did the miracle??


Published in The Engineering Herald,2006

The Eternal Turmoil

The air is gloomy

even the bleaker lights fade

My eyes are blurred

with the fog ahead.

In the land of melancholy

where tears reign,

You are shattered.

You are crushed.

But,

You are phenomenal.

You are eternal.

You may be success, You may be love

You may be a smile, You may be a sob.

From the ashes of despair

like a Phoenix you rise.

You,my dear,

are my desire 'to live'.